Sir Harold had in mind the same sort of thing.

I think Sir Harold would prefer to know nothing about it.

I agree that it's nothing to do with Sir Harold.

He sat with Sir Harold for a while, but they exchanged few words.

Sir Harold sat still, his eyes turned away from the window, his head full of old dreams.

Sir Harold poured a cup of coffee and smiled at her.

No one said anything for a few seconds, then Sir Harold spoke.

Sir Harold asked, not bothering to keep the chill out of his voice.

"Surely Sir Harold hasn't had another meeting of the executive council?"

"Very well, tell Sir Harold we'll give him ten minutes."